Twilight.

Chonghua School Palace, in the meditation courtyard, one of the small courtyards.

The house is full of bookshelf, poems and posters are hung on the walls, and paper, ink, pens and inkstones are placed on the tables.

No matter how you look at it, this place does not look like a martial arts cultivator's house, but a scholar's study.

At this time, a young man was standing behind the table, his eyes slightly drooping at the rice paper on the table with half a poem inscribed, and between his fingers was holding a large calligraphy pen of black nanmu, the tip of which was stained with ink, but it did not fall into the pen.

Next to the paper, there is a copy of "Chongyuan Poems".

However, the strange thing is that this young man is more than nine feet tall, and he looks like a tiger with a bear waist and a burly figure, but he is wearing a scholar's shirt, a scholar's bun, an elegant scholar's scarf, and a touch of bookish air between his eyebrows, which looks quite strange.

After hanging the pen for a long time, the young man slowly put down the brush, shook his head slightly, and sighed: "I finally brewed some poetry, but this distraction is gone." ”

Lin Lan looked at each other a little speechlessly.

These people who like to write poetry can't write poetry themselves, why are they all the same reason?

The Lord of the Sacrificial Wine Yue Pavilion used this reason before, and this Mo Duhuan, who looked like he should be a fierce general, said the same now?

"Sorry, I waited."

Mo Duhuan put down the brush, turned his head to look at Lin Lan, looked at it for a while, and said, "I just heard you say, your name is Lin Lan?" ”

Before coming, Lin Lan deliberately restrained his quiet intentions, and immediately arched his hand slightly: "It's the student." ”

"I seem to have heard this name somewhere......" Mo Duhuan couldn't help but show a look of thought.

Lin Lan said: "I just entered school recently. ”

Mo Duhuan glanced at him and said, "You know that you are the wizard who recently entered the palace, I just said that your name is a little familiar, and my mother seems to have ......mentioned it."

Speaking of this, he shook his head slightly and asked, "Is there something wrong?" ”

Lin Lan didn't go around the bush and said straight to the point: "I came to visit this time to ask Mo's teachings, are you willing to teach students "Only My True Body"? ”

"Aren't you a kendo prodigy?" Mo Duhuan was puzzled: "You are a good sword cultivator, chanting poems and drinking and swordsmanship, isn't this chic?" What is the reckless magic of learning "Only My True Body"? ”

Fan Qingyao next to her couldn't help laughing.

This Mo Duhuan is obviously the son of the commander of the Fengtian Army, Taishi Yan, who was born in the gate, and can be called a young marshal, but he actually thinks that the supernatural powers cultivated by his father and the supernatural powers created by his grandfather are reckless supernatural powers?

However, looking at the young marshal's study and scholarly costumes, you can also know that he doesn't like to dance with knives and guns, but likes pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Moreover, as the only son of Taishi Yan, this Mo Jiao did not have his father's surname, but his mother's surname Mo, which is indeed quite rebellious.

"For personal reasons, it's inconvenient to say more." Lin Lan shook his head lightly.

Mo Duhuan glanced at him and said: "It's not that I don't want to, you and I are from the same school, if it is other supernatural powers, it doesn't hurt to pass on you, but this "Only My True Body" supernatural powers are different, my father has already set the rules, people who want to learn this supernatural power must go to the Fengtian Army to serve for a year before they can be taught, even I am no exception, if it is not for my father to have me learn, I don't want to learn such reckless abilities at all." ”

"I don't have time to serve for the time being."

Lin Lan frowned, and then asked, "Is there really no way?" If Mo Jiao is willing to impart supernatural powers, he can put forward his own conditions, and if I can accept it, I will agree to it and never regret it. ”

Mo Duhuan shook his head and said, "This is the rule, and I can't help it." ”

As he spoke, he looked at Lin Lan casually again, "Besides, I don't have any conditions to mention, the most important thing on your body is the heavy treasure grinding sword stone left by the sword saint, right?" But for people like me who don't know the way of the sword, it's useless. ”

"There's really no room for it?" Lin Lan asked.

When Mo Duhuan heard this, he was suddenly a little unhappy, and frowned slightly: "I said, this is the rule, how can I be allowed to break it at will?" ”

After that, he picked up the brush again, looked at the rice paper on the table, and said lightly: "Mr. Lin's visit at this time has ruined the poetry of my inscription and disturbed my Yaxing. ”

Fan Qingyao was a little displeased when she heard this, and couldn't help but speak: "Mo Jiao, as a martial arts teacher, you shouldn't be teaching students poetry and articles, right?" ”

Mo Duhuan glanced at her and said: "If the students are dissatisfied, they can go to the prison or the sacrificial wine at any time to sue me, and withdraw my teaching, if it can be done, I will thank you, I am not willing to be this teaching." ”

Fan Qingyao was speechless.

"If you two have nothing else to do, please go back." Mo Duhuan began to send off guests.

But Lin Lan looked at the half of the poem inscribed on the rice paper on the table without saying a word, and suddenly said: "Mo Jiaoyu, if I am not mistaken, this should be the poem of the first generation of national teachers, right?" How did it become a poem of Mo Jiao? ”

"Huh?"

Mo Duhuan glanced at him and couldn't help but be surprised: "You actually know that this is the poem of the first generation of national teachers?" ”

"Grape wine glow-in-the-dark glass, if you want to drink pipa, urge immediately."

Lin Lan read the half of the poem on the rice paper softly, and then bowed slightly, "Of course I remember this kind of poem that is enough to be famous through the ages." ”

"Don't talk big." Mo Duhuan stared at Lin Lan, "This is a poem that was lost three hundred and sixty years ago, when Chonghua suffered the destruction of the burning city, I have been collecting it for a long time, but I only found half of it in a mountain travel book, do you recognize it?" ”

Lin Lan didn't say much, but said softly: "Xia Yan is...... Drunk and lying on the battlefield, how many people came back to fight in ancient times? ”

Mo Duhuan was slightly stunned at first, recited these two sentences a few times, and then recited the upper and lower rhymes together a few times, and then his eyes lit up, and he quickly picked up the pen and wrote, and wrote down the rhyme on the paper.

Immediately, he took a half-step back and re-admired the complete poem, and couldn't help but look at it again and again with joy.

"Wonderful! Wonderful! When I saw the word 'immediately' in the upper rhyme of this poem, I faintly felt that this upper rhyme was expressing the banquet before the expedition. ”

Mo Du happily read it again, then turned to look at Lin Lan, then arched his hands, and made a deep gesture on the spot, and said with some shame: "Brother Lin, Fang Cai's words are a little rude, and I hope you don't care." ”

His posture of bending over and bowing like this for a burly man in his early two meters suddenly made Fan Qingyao next to him a little stunned.

"Mo Jiao."

Lin Lan had expected it, so he was naturally not surprised, but said: "What I said these two sentences, do you think they are the next sentence of this poem?" ”

"Yes, of course." Mo Duhuan nodded immediately.

He didn't believe that Lin Lan took a look at it and made it himself on the spot, even if it was true, a person with such a poetic talent was worthy of his gift.

"I don't know ......" Mo Duhuan hesitated for a moment and said, "Where did Brother Lin see this poem?" ”

Lin Lan said casually: "I just saw it in an unknown ancient book by accident before." ”

Mo Wanhuan was stunned for a moment, and looked at Lin Lan a little speechlessly, as if he had written on his face, 'Can you still make it up a little more fake?' ’

However, he still has a request for others, so naturally he will not expose it and ask questions, but just cough and say, "I wonder if the ancient book that Brother Lin got can be lent to Zaixiaguan?" ”

Lin Lan said directly: "I accidentally burned it." ”

Mo Duhuan was speechless for a long time, obviously not believing Lin Lan's words at all, but what could he do?

He coughed again and asked, "Dare to ask Brother Lin how many poems are there in the burned ancient book?" ”

Lin Lan said: "I didn't count, it should be quite a lot." ”

"That's a lot?"

Mo was stunned.

Now he was completely sure that Lin Lan was talking nonsense.

Any poem by the Holy Master is enough to be compiled into a book, which has attracted many annotations and interpretations from everyone in the literary world, and a book that can record many poems does not know how thick it should be, and how could it be accidentally obtained and accidentally burned?

"Brother Lin, I have a reluctant invitation below."

Mo Duhuan looked at Lin Lan sincerely, "I have admired the peerless poems of the Holy Master for a long time, and I have loved the poems of this poet saint since I was a child, but it is a pity that in the past eight hundred years, I have experienced too many disasters, resulting in many famous poems have been lost, so I collected these poems everywhere, but unfortunately most of the poems have been mutilated, and only some of the popular famous sentences have been handed down." ”

He sighed and said: "Although I don't want to make it up, but my talent is limited, if I want to make it up, I'm afraid no one in the world can do it, fortunately, God bless the Dayu literary world, and Brother Lin remembers these amazing poems." ”

Speaking of this, Mo Duhuan hesitated for a moment before he said, "I wonder if Brother Lin can help complete these poems?" Rest assured, you only need to dictate, and it is guaranteed that it will not consume too much time of Brother Lin. ”

"Little things, of course it's fine." Lin Lan immediately agreed.

"Really?" Mo was overjoyed.

"It's nature." Lin Lan nodded, and then sighed again: "It's just that I don't have a good memory, and I can't remember it clearly." ”

"Can't remember?"

Mo Duhuan glanced at Lin Lan, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't look like a person with a bad memory, which meant ......

Immediately, he coughed and said: "The family heirloom "Only My True Body" can strengthen the body, so as to feed back to the Hui Mansion, which makes people feel strong, why don't you try Brother Lin?" ”